Page 13 of A Life Imagined
“The better question is, who the fuck are you?”Mathias stood over Theo, a good head taller than him, but the man didn’t back down.
“Oh,” Theo scoffed, turning to Elise.“So you’ve got two going at the same time?I mean, I knew you were easy, but this is just pathetic.”
“Oh my God,” Elise whispered, her hands clenching at her sides.
Mathias felt the dull thud of an encroaching headache.He despised the inane flavor of human drama.This dumb kid had his wires crossed, and Mathias refused to waste another moment on their moronic interaction.There was an easy way to clear this up.
“Come,chéri,” Mathias said, looping a possessive arm around Rayan’s shoulders.
Elise’s mouth went slack, and the hostility on Theo’s face stalled, his eyes narrowing in confusion as Mathias angled Rayan toward the hotel’s revolving door.
“Take care of this, or I will,” he said to Elise as he passed.
They walked to the front desk, and Mathias got a room, not bothering with two—they were done with that fucking charade.Stepping into the elevator, Mathias hit the button for their floor.He and Rayan stood in silence as the doors closed and the elevator lurched upward.
“Chéri?”Rayan said finally, his eyes fixed straight ahead.
Mathias snickered.“You’re far too easy to please.”
He leaned over and pressed his lips chastely against Rayan’s.The man grabbed the back of Mathias’s jacket and pushed against him, the kiss becoming anything but chaste.Mathias soon had him against the back of the elevator, one hand on the wall above Rayan’s head, the other slipping beneath his shirt.The elevator came to a stop, letting out a melodic ping, and Mathias straightened so that they once again stood side by side.
The doors opened, and an elderly couple walked in smiling politely.“Bonne soirée.”
Mathias returned the greeting while Rayan tugged at the hem of his shirt where it had come untucked.Mathias took a secret pleasure in his flustered appearance.Rayan had never been as practiced as Mathias at remaining composed.
When they got to the room, Rayan sat down on the sofa across from the bed and kicked off his shoes.“Who was that?”
Mathias dropped the keys onto the table by the door.“No doubt another of Elise’s mistakes.”
“I was about to knock his teeth in.”
Mathias tutted.“So violent…” He walked over to the sofa, and when Rayan looked up at him, Mathias felt the air shift.
“You’ve never called me that.”
Mathias slid his shoe into the space between Rayan’s feet on the carpet and pushed them apart, spreading the man’s legs.He knew now why his mother’s observation had bothered him—it was disarmingly apt and, at the same time, entirely misplaced, seeing and not seeing.It had dislodged a feeling of rebellion he didn’t fully understand.
Rayan began to rise, but Mathias put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back against the sofa.He reached down to unbutton Rayan’s shirt and splayed it open to reveal the smooth plane of his chest.Then Mathias knelt between his legs and tugged Rayan’s pants below his hips, the man’s cock springing free.Rayan made a noise in his throat.
“Like me on my knees, don’t you?”Mathias drew his mouth across Rayan’s bare chest and brought his teeth down on his left nipple.
Rayan gave a slight jerk and a murmur of pleasure, and Mathias traced his mouth lower to the feathering of hair below his navel.He smelled of soap and the lingering scent of Mathias’s cologne where it had rubbed against Rayan’s skin as though marking him.The thought sent a surge of blood to his cock, and Mathias reached down to free it from his pants.Rayan moved to slip the jacket from his shoulders, but Mathias pushed his hand away, concerned only with the man’s arousal, which curved ardently toward his stomach.
Kneeling in a Brioni suit.I have well and truly lost my mind.
Mathias brought his mouth to Rayan’s cock, a fist gripped at the base as he teased the beading head with his tongue.He was rewarded with a low moan as Rayan wound his fingers through Mathias’s hair and clenched tight.Mathias’s own cock strained between his legs, and he lowered his other hand to stroke it, moving in tandem as he took Rayan deeper into his throat.
“Christ… Mathias…” Rayan choked out, his chest heaving, and Mathias pulled back, keeping him on the edge.Rayan released the grip on his hair and guided Mathias up to kiss him, lips parting for their tongues to meet.Mathias nipped his bottom lip, and Rayan groaned against his mouth.
Breaking away, Mathias bent to take the man’s cock once again, matching his movements to the urgency of the noises escaping Rayan’s clenched teeth.He quickened the jerk of his own hand and found it hard to stay focused as desire corrupted his restraint.
Rayan reached out to graze Mathias’s cheek with his thumb and let out a shaky breath.“Close…”
Something about bringing Rayan to the city, having him here, felt like the merging of two selves—one leaving Paris, determined to deny this part of him, the other returning to embrace it.
Rayan’s hips lurched, and he gave a strangled cry before spilling into Mathias’s mouth with a violent shudder.A white-hot burst of pleasure traveled through Mathias, and he clamped down on the base of his cock, holding back.He swallowed, waiting for the tension to leave Rayan’s thighs, then drew away.He rose to his feet and stood over Rayan, his own cock agonizingly hard in his fist.He brought his hand along the length of it—quick, short strokes that narrowed his mind to a single focus.
Rayan stared up at him, lips parted, skin flushed.“Fuck…” he panted.“Look at you…”
